His voice growled in her head as she sat on the edge of her bed, eyes staring blearily down into the nearly dry bottle of red wine. He was not truly there, not physically. But she could still hear his words cutting into her.
It was the voice of her father, snarling in her head. Berating her, being disappointed in her for every action and choice she made. Even when she was young, if she chose to wear the wrong color, he would berate her. But now, all he was was another voice to haunt her.
She tipped her head back and drank deeply of what was left of the wine. Her hands shook as she gingerly set the bottle and then dragged her fingers through her hair.
"In and out, Eroth. In and out." She spoke to herself gently, dropping her hands to fumble with the fabric of her shirt. Her breathing was labored and shaky as she rose to her feet and padded out of the room and into the bathroom.
She clenched her fingers tightly around the rim of the sink, staring at her reflection in the mirror, her breath fogging up the glass just a bit. The woman raised a shaking hand and swiped it away, her fingers trailing down the edge of the mirror and snagging the edge of it, going to yank hard upon it, cracking it and splintering, before finally pulling a jagged piece free.
Letting out a slow breath, she raised the jagged piece of glass and stared at herself, before setting to work. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as she bared her teeth in pain as she moved her hand, it's movements uncertain.
Her breath came out in ragged breaths as she dropped the piece of glass into the sink and watched as the blood dribbled down like a steady stream. Drip. Drip. Drip.
She pressed a hand to her now cut up cheek and let out a laugh, before beginning to sob and slump back against the wall.
Her breath came out in ragged breaths as she dropped the piece of glass into the sink and watched as the blood dribbled down like a steady stream. Drip. Drip. Drip.
She pressed a hand to her now cut up cheek and let out a laugh, before beginning to sob and slump back against the wall.
Then came the sounds of footfalls and then knocking at the ajar bathroom door.
"Sera? Hey Sera, Esther let me in, is every- SERA!" Nyth shouted as the Yanar eased open the door and stared at his friend open the floor. He reached a hand out before his eyes simply rolled back into his head a bit and he collapsed to the floor in a faint.
"Nyt- MOTHER!" Another Avanthar appeared in the doorway, staring wide-eyed at the sobbing and quite bleeding Sera on the bathroom floor and then at the unconscious Yanar.
"What have you done…?" Esther whispered gently as she drew closer and reached a hand out to touch the hand that covered the bleeding part of Sera's face.
The older Avanthar jerked back like a wounded animal, for truly that was what she was.
"Don't… Don't come near me… I'll only hurt you like I hurt her and him… And everyone else. That's all I do. All I do is hurt… And destroy." Her voice was hoarse as she cradled her face and sat curled in the corner of the bathroom.
Esther rose and looked towards the mirror and then towards her once more, frowning deeply. She let out a breath before moving to pull her mother to her feet and led her out of the bathroom.
A broken mirror, a broken woman. Was there really much difference between the two?
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